My parents know nothing about my harassment and the beatings that my penis receives, at home I try to hide it although they suspect something, my behavior makes them believe that everything is fine, but it is not fine. It's been 3 years since I watched the Nullo video, I've tried to meet with many people who promised to castrate me, some never showed up, others did but backed out. If I could, I would have done it myself, but I can't, I lie, I don't dare. After many unsuccessful meetings, I still had the curse hanging between my legs. But I had finally found him, the person who would castrate my penis and testicles. His name is César, or so he says, I don't care, he also says he's a surgeon, but to me it's as if he's a butcher, I want my penis gone once and for all and I'll do whatever it takes. After many phone calls and video conferences, we decided to meet one day to perform the operation. He's a foreigner, Italian, he makes me reserve a hotel room in my name. We meet at the door of the room, neither of us speaks Italian nor Spanish, but we both speak English fluently.

- Finally we meet, come in and undress.

I take off my clothes and stay completely naked, he looks surprised.

- I had seen it in the photos you sent me and in the video conference, but seeing it in person is even more impressive.

- Tell me you'll take it away.

- Of course I will, but I told you there are conditions.

- And I told you I didn't care.

- Correct, but let's make it clear: I'm going to castrate your penis and testicles. I won't use anesthesia. Once the penis is gone, it's mine and I can do whatever I want with it.

- That's fine with me, I want it out of my life, you can do whatever you want with it. Just tell me when we start.

- Tomorrow morning, we'll start at 10:00 am, come fasting.

- How long will it take?

- I estimate that we'll be done in a maximum of 3 hours.

I left the hotel towards my only friend's house, we've known each other all our lives and he's been my only support, he knows everything I've been through and my goal. He's the only one who knows what I'm going to do, he doesn't judge me, he understands me and supports me. I tell him everything, obviously he's worried about me. He wants to accompany me, but I don't let him. I say goodbye to him and we hug.

I wake up the next day, the day, I say goodbye to my parents, I told them I'm going on vacation with friends and I'll be out of touch for about 5 days, they don't suspect anything, but just in case something happens and I don't come out of the operation, I leave them a note somewhat hidden where I explain the reason for my decision and that I love them. I arrive at the hotel and as soon as I knock on the door, César opens it and asks me to put on a hood. I do it. It tightens firmly around my neck to prevent it from coming off. I can't see anything. I feel several hands guiding me around the ...